Luccane
Chapter 32: The New Mystery

Heavy rain slowly turned into drizzle when Mang Ujang car stopped in my yard, but the air temperature was still low making me tighten the fabric of my clothes when about to get off the car.

Mang Ujang swiftly took down my bag which was quite large and heavy from the trunk, lifting it up to the front door of my house.

While Aunt sat quietly waiting in the car.

Using the palm of my hand, I pushed the rain that dripped onto my face so as not to enter my eyes. Quickly I followed the steps of Mang Ujang who was standing at the door of my house.

After I thanked Mang Ujang and Bibi, they resigned to go home immediately.

I took the house keys out of my pocket, opened the door in a hurried motion considering the cold outside the house was suffocating me even more.

"Welcome home!"

There were no two steps I entered the house, I was greeted with a warm smile from Luccane who was standing in the living room welcoming my return.

This time Luccane's appearance is quite different from the usual, he wears an all-white djas toetoep outfit typical of the Dutch colonial era that makes him look even more handsome.

I also just found out that in addition to being able to change into what they want ghosts can also change into clothes like that. Miraculously.

"What order do you wear clothes like that? Not usually," I said a little suspicious while carrying a bag into the house.

"Not in any order, I'm just trying to be different" Luccane replied as he took off his white hat.

After putting the bag in the room, I sat on the living room sofa next to Luccane.

As if there was something strange, again I did not trust Luccane completely like the past few days.

"I admit that you look a lot better today, Luccane," I said with a smile.

I carefully looked at Luccane's appearance today, even the smell of Luccane's soft body now felt more conspicuously increasing the suspicion that was already churning in my mind.

I became more and more convinced that Luccane was hiding something from me.

But what has he been hiding from me so far?

My heart is not calm though I can smile and joke with Luccane at the moment.

My brain keeps thinking, what is he doing behind my back as long as I don't come home?

Do all these suspicions in my heart have anything to do with Jolanda?

"Finally you want to acknowledge my good looks after all this time" Luccane replied confidently while fixing his shirt buttons.

This time he looked more like a Dutchman in all white clothes. In addition to handsome, Luccane also looks more authoritative with this toetoep djas suit.

"Luccane, did you just go down the Asian-African road in your usual black clothes?" ask me after remembering the strange events on the way home earlier.

I'm sure it was Luccane who deliberately wanted to introduce himself to Mang Ujang and Bibi because as far as I know other Dutch ghosts who like to wear black besides Luccane.

Unfortunately I did not see that figure when Mang Ujang and Bibi who did not have special sensibilities like me saw it very clearly.

"Asia-africa Road? Why would I go to such a crowded place? Don't you know that I'm lazy to show up in a crowded place?"

The answer from Luccane was making me swallow. Then who appeared in front of Mang Ujang and Bibi earlier?

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Luccane hasn't shown up since, he only came when I just got home this afternoon.

I covered the silence of the night, looking out the window whose curtains I accidentally did not close, enjoying the beauty of the night view presented.

On top of a few trees not far from my house, there was a colony of kuntilanak who was laughing out of whack but it seemed very exciting.

For me who has this one advantage, seeing things like that is the same as seeing the neighboring mothers who are gossiping in the stall.

"Mevrouw?"

I who was focused on enjoying the night view was shocked by the voice of a boy who called me with a Dutch greeting.

The sound came from outside my room, making me instantly cast a glance towards the door of my closed room.

"Who are you?" I asked as I continued to look at the door of my room that was still closed.

"May I come in, Mevrouw Vishabea?"

"Come in" I said without a second thought.

The next second I was shocked by the presence of a Dutch boy with a puffed up body. The boy's neck was visibly injured, spitting out fresh blood that hit the white shirt he wore.

If only his neck had not been so badly injured, the boy looked so adorable with his pair of chubby cheeks.

His voice sounded adorable and friendly, making my child-loving soul start to churn.

"You who? Why do you know that I can see and communicate with you?" I asked confusedly to the boy, looking at him curiously.

"My name is Jansen, during my life I also lived around here with my parents" he replied still standing in front of my door.

"What will it take until you get here? I haven't even seen you in this house."

"I don't come here very often but I want to tell Mevrouw something very important, but can it be a secret for both of us?" the boy said quietly as he walked over to me.

I sat facing the boy, looking at him straight in the face trying to read his tears.

He seems honest, wants to say seriously about something that seems very important.

"Consecrated? What about what? Why do you seem so serious?"

"Of course I have to be serious! It concerns Mevrouw's life where I can joke, "Jansen's round eyes seem more and more round, trying to convince me to listen to his words.

"Then say it so quickly, you make me curious" I asked.

"This secret concerns Mevrouw Vishabea, Jonge Meester Luccane and also Jolanda. I think Mevrouw should have known earlier. But promise me not to tell anyone," whispered Jansen, her eyes twitching vigilantly at the situation around to make sure that we were really alone at the moment.

I was stunned, looking at the child in disbelief as well as confused after hearing his words.

How can this kid know about such a big thing while I don't?

How strange.

"Alright, I promise. So you can tell me what kind of secret you mean, Jansen."